Red light flickered through the tunnel, and mist hung thick in the air.
Paper Lord coughed softly, carrying one person in each hand. He had slipped away in secret this time to eliminate future troubles and clear away any threats.
Ge Qi's face turned pale. Seeing that his young master and Miss Butterfly were only temporarily unconscious, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "You old paper ghost, are you insane?! Do you know who they are?!"
Paper Lord casually tossed Zhu Caidie and the other person onto the ground.
"Of course I know. But I'm about to die. If I can't find a way to cure my illness, then I don't care who they are—they can all die."
"You truly are mad. If you could cure your body, forget Jianye City—you wouldn't be able to stay anywhere in all of Tai Prefecture!"
Ge Qi's face was filled with hatred, and he wished he could tear Paper Lord apart.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Qi Jing reined in his killing aura, coldly glanced at He Qi, then turned to Paper Lord. "What are you after?"
"I don't know about Old He. As for me... heh, I made myself very clear just now. I'm doing all this, naturally, to stay alive."
Paper Lord ordered the paper figures to carry Zhu Caidie and the other person onto his stone pedestal. Once his palm rested against it, their blood and qi would automatically be drawn from their bodies and flow into the secret formation, with no need for them to awaken and circulate it themselves.
"Only the Black Python Wyrm's Life-Bound Blood Bone can cure my illness. But every one of you came for that blood bone. I can't beat you, so I could only find a way to deal with you first."